Forbidden Feelings (Larry Stylinson) (On Hold-- Rewriting)

Chapter 15:

So... yeah. It's been a long while, and I apologize for that, but I am so focused on one story that I have neglected these other ones. So, I will do my best to give updates, but I can't promise everything. Sometimes I just have a sort of writer's block for some of my stories.

Here's an update, and thank you to those of you who have waited. ❤

    I woke up, hearing laughter errupting from somewhere in the house, and I groaned, feeling absolutely exhausted. There was no way I got more than an hour of sleep, and my head hurt like hell at the moment.

     I laid in bed for a while, feeling like a rather shitty person as the memory of my argument with Harry flooded through my mind from last night. I couldn't stop thinking about the look on Harry's face as I verbally ripped our friendship apart. He looked completely devastated, hurt, stung by my words and then... nothing.

    I think the indifference that he fought to keep was even worse than the betrayal in his eyes the moment before. One moment it was as if the conversation was hurting him, ripping him apart inside, just the same as it was to me. The next moment... it was like he didn't even care in the first place.

   I heard more obnoxious laughter, and I felt both envious and angered at the fact that others in the house had the audacity to laugh while I was feeling lower than ever before. It wasn't fair in the slightest.

    I climbed out of bed and made my way out of my room, following the sound of the muffled laughter down the hall and stopping at Niall's door. For some reason, one of the laughs was very melodic and lifted away my feeling of annoyance for only a second before it returned. I sighed, assuming that he and Liam were searching random things on google like always and getting a kick out of it.

    I banged on his door with my fist and called out in annoyance. "Niall, do you mind keeping it down? Some people are trying to sleep!"

    The laughter on the other side of the door ended abruptly, and then I heard footsteps coming toward it. The door was swung open and Niall looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

    "You're still sleeping at ten o'clock in the morning?" He questioned with a laugh, and I nodded, being completely serious in my answer.

    "Yeah. I didn't get any sleep last night, so I would appreciate just a few moments of quiet," I said, nearly begging for it. All I needed was another hour or so to rest so that I could, hopefully, begin to function properly.

    "Okay, I understand. Sorry, Lou," He apologized. "I'll tell Harry that we need to keep quiet."

    I froze as soon as I heard his name, and I realized that the melodic laughter belonged to Harry. Was I in so deep already that even his laughter was able to light a bit of a spark within me?

    I felt my hands ball into fists at my sides momentarily, and I felt utterly silly and embarrassed once I realized that I was jealous. I was jealous of Niall because he was spending time with Harry when I wasn't.

    "Harry's with you?" I found myself asking, and I cursed myself for it. It was obvious that he was, and I wasn't suppose to show that I cared.

    "Yeah. He had some trouble sleeping, too last night. He came to my room around seven, and we've just been playing videogames and such. Do you want to talk to him? Maybe you could both go and get some sleep," Niall suggested, turning to call Harry over, but I spoke up before he could.

    "No. I don't want to talk to him. Don't even worry about being quiet. I'm going to get dressed and go out anyway," I said, though I had no clue where to go. Still, there was one place I could get lost and hide away from my thoughts. "Do you know if Liam or Zayn is awake?"